37-Years

This will be the first Christmas Day in 37-years that I haven’t spent at least part of, if not all of, with some, or all, of my children. I know… This is the year to stay sequestered with our own household members for the holiday. And I did get to see my younger two yesterday to swap gifts, and visit while wearing masks. Usually I am able to embrace the haves rather than lament the have nots. I’m struggling with that in this moment.